him. He was disappointed in himself, in his inability to control his desire for her like he had before.
He felt it rising in him at a different level than ever as if, with the barrier of her marriage to his best friend gone, his control had gone with it.
He had to find a way to restrain himself again; he couldn’t risk scaring her. Then again, what could she do? Run off into Zombie-land alone? She was safer with him, regardless.
“What’s wrong?” she asked suddenly, watching him with worried, curious eyes.
He realized he probably looked more than a little weird sitting there shaking his head.
He decided not to answer her; he couldn’t think of an excuse quick enough.
“Keep eating,” he said. “We need to fatten you up again.”
He was glad when he realized his words easily fit his actions, and he saw offense climb up her face, her facial muscles clearly still working just fine as well.
She looked one half-step away from slapping him.
“Excuse you?”
“You were never fat,” he said quickly, “at least, fat in the right places, I guess.” His cheeks burned. “I mean...” Get it together, Steven! “You know what I mean,” he said dismissively, in his usual calculated, casual, unaffected tone as he threw off his blunder. “You look like a stick. I’ve never known you to look like a stick and what you had going on before all this is a better look for you. That’s all I’m saying.”
“Oh, so I actually look like I’m starving after starving? Thanks for the newsflash. You’re certainly a bringer of great joy.”
“You’re not just my best friend’s wife,” he said, his voice softening tremendously without him even trying to, “I actually care about you, Serena. I’m here to keep you alive and get you healthy again. You don’t look bad—you look beautiful as ever. It’s just that...well, it’s clear your body has started feasting on itself. I’ve never been a fan of the starving model look, and I know you never went for it either.”
He saw that his attempt to soothe things over worked as he watched her body relax.
What he wanted more than anything in that moment was to take her in his arms to comfort her, and he sorely wished he had done so when he first saw her upstairs.
“I kinda dig it, though,” she said, smiling. “My stomach hasn’t been this flat since I was twenty!”
He knew she was being modest. Her body had always been fabulous as far as he could tell. Small waist giving in to...
“Steven, what has gotten into you?” she asked suddenly, her eyes slightly widened, the lighter mood quickly evaporating.
I’d like to get into you, he almost said, then cursed out loud when he realized how close he had been to saying it.
“A lot’s been going on in case you haven’t noticed,” he said coldly, intent on throwing her off whatever scent she’d picked up. “A man can’t have a moment to reflect? Do you have any idea what I’ve seen?”
He saw embarrassment come over her face, despite knowing the look she must’ve caught on him was not at all a look of far-off reflection since he had been actively scrutinizing her body.
He figured she easily doubted her sight and what her brain told her in her current condition.
Then he wondered if, when her strength and energy returned, bringing her full personality back with it, she would banter with him and tease him like before, as if she had no fear of him from the safety of her previous position as his best friend’s wife.
He couldn’t wait to see her try to pretend she didn’t see him as a virile man quite capable of seducing her.
CHAPTER THREE: DANGER
Steven left the APC to check on the burning body outside, then checked the area again for others like it, hoping to catch soggy eyes looking back at him from behind some tree or abandoned car.
He was somewhat surprised not to see any.
Then again, he figured, perhaps they were smart enough to process the destruction of one like them, and got smarter about
He felt it rising in him at a different level than ever as if, with the barrier of her marriage to his best friend gone, his control had gone with it.
He had to find a way to restrain himself again; he couldn’t risk scaring her. Then again, what could she do? Run off into Zombie-land alone? She was safer with him, regardless.
“What’s wrong?” she asked suddenly, watching him with worried, curious eyes.
He realized he probably looked more than a little weird sitting there shaking his head.
He decided not to answer her; he couldn’t think of an excuse quick enough.
“Keep eating,” he said. “We need to fatten you up again.”
He was glad when he realized his words easily fit his actions, and he saw offense climb up her face, her facial muscles clearly still working just fine as well.
She looked one half-step away from slapping him.
“Excuse you?”
“You were never fat,” he said quickly, “at least, fat in the right places, I guess.” His cheeks burned. “I mean...” Get it together, Steven! “You know what I mean,” he said dismissively, in his usual calculated, casual, unaffected tone as he threw off his blunder. “You look like a stick. I’ve never known you to look like a stick and what you had going on before all this is a better look for you. That’s all I’m saying.”
“Oh, so I actually look like I’m starving after starving? Thanks for the newsflash. You’re certainly a bringer of great joy.”
“You’re not just my best friend’s wife,” he said, his voice softening tremendously without him even trying to, “I actually care about you, Serena. I’m here to keep you alive and get you healthy again. You don’t look bad—you look beautiful as ever. It’s just that...well, it’s clear your body has started feasting on itself. I’ve never been a fan of the starving model look, and I know you never went for it either.”
He saw that his attempt to soothe things over worked as he watched her body relax.
What he wanted more than anything in that moment was to take her in his arms to comfort her, and he sorely wished he had done so when he first saw her upstairs.
“I kinda dig it, though,” she said, smiling. “My stomach hasn’t been this flat since I was twenty!”
He knew she was being modest. Her body had always been fabulous as far as he could tell. Small waist giving in to...
“Steven, what has gotten into you?” she asked suddenly, her eyes slightly widened, the lighter mood quickly evaporating.
I’d like to get into you, he almost said, then cursed out loud when he realized how close he had been to saying it.
“A lot’s been going on in case you haven’t noticed,” he said coldly, intent on throwing her off whatever scent she’d picked up. “A man can’t have a moment to reflect? Do you have any idea what I’ve seen?”
He saw embarrassment come over her face, despite knowing the look she must’ve caught on him was not at all a look of far-off reflection since he had been actively scrutinizing her body.
He figured she easily doubted her sight and what her brain told her in her current condition.
Then he wondered if, when her strength and energy returned, bringing her full personality back with it, she would banter with him and tease him like before, as if she had no fear of him from the safety of her previous position as his best friend’s wife.
He couldn’t wait to see her try to pretend she didn’t see him as a virile man quite capable of seducing her.
CHAPTER THREE: DANGER
Steven left the APC to check on the burning body outside, then checked the area again for others like it, hoping to catch soggy eyes looking back at him from behind some tree or abandoned car.
He was somewhat surprised not to see any.
Then again, he figured, perhaps they were smart enough to process the destruction of one like them, and got smarter about
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